shinya, holding whips and chains under the pale light of the moon ᵀᴹ: guren.
guren, pulling out candles from the cabinet and dramatically glancing at shinya: shinya.
shinya:
guren:
kureto, opening the door to his room:
kureto:
shinya:
kureto: e--
guren: happy birthday motherfucker. we got you gifts.
kureto: what the actual f--
guren: should we just leave em here so you can use them with your girlfriend or are you into being flogged by men as well
shinya: guren what the fuck
shinya: but hey happy birthday kureto nii-san
kureto:
kureto: do you want to die?
guren: oooh is this part of the role play?
shinya, recovering from a massive snort:
i can't unsee masochist (thus kinky asf) kureto. you're welcome